Tommy Dead Novels & Stories

I stopped, then let out a short, cold laugh. "It didn't die peacefully. It barely made it a year. And it died choking. I still wonder what Zoey was trying to get. All that smoke in my house, those weird rituals. Suffocating a helpless little thing." I looked straight at him. "What exactly was she praying for?" His lips shook. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. "But you were thorough," I said calmly. "You let Zoey live in the house for six months. Scrubbed everything clean. Even replaced the wallpaper." I paused. "You just forgot one thing—the hamster. And you forgot who I am. I'm a doctor."

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

“Kill me already, you jerk!” “Well, I see you still have so much strength. Eat later,” Tommy said and walked away. “Your plan will never work! I hate you! You are a monster and deserve to die a cruel death!” Tommy left his prisoners and strolled out. Outside he brought out a phone and dialed a number.

Because right now that was the only thing, I was willing to bargain with him for. “Then kill me now.” Tommy D said, and without a hesitation Bishop’s wolf leaped for him, and there was nothing I or anyone could do to stop him. Tommy D was dead in a matter of seconds, and beside his dead body stood Scott, with fear in his eyes, seeing his commander in charge’s dead body lying there in front of him. “I know where he is, please don’t kill me.” He began to say, pleading now for his life. One of Quinn’s bodyguard vamps at that moment, moved to my side. “Alpha Jaxson, I believe that this one might be some use to my boss. If not, we will be more than happy to dispose of him.”

He managed to pocket either a ball or a couple of balls every time. Anne just stood at the side watching him. "Are you feeling better?" Tommy asked while pocketing a ball happily. Anne knew what he was asking about. Tommy had also gone to Nigel's funeral to pay respect. However, she was so saddened that she did not manage to pay attention to him at all. "I think I will never be able to experience this kind of feeling of yours in this life," said Tommy, "if my father died, I might celebrate for three days and three nights."

Tommy said laughing, he could actually heard the sound of men beat to a pulp by his action sister. "Next time I will keep to timing." Alexis said and she also laughed too. "So what do we get over there?" Tommy asked still on phone. Alexis looked around a bit. "We got two bad guys dead, one disable for the moment, and two pretty wounded bad guys." Alexis replied all together. "So who want you dead?" Tommy asked again, after he had heaved out relief. "I don't even know about that, but I am about to find that out very soon." Alexis replied immediately.

the man with the blond hair warned me. With another push, I managed to reach the knife and cut it in the chest of the man holding me. He cried out in pain. "Michael!" I heard the other man call him. Michael. That name stuck in my mind. I already knew I would never forget it. "Tom ..." was the last thing he said before to lose consciousness. "What did you do, stupid bitch?" Tom hit me. His blow was very strong. Stunned me. "If he dies, I'll kill you." he threatened me.

Sophia The guards came in and yanked Tommy out of his cell a few hours ago. Didn’t say anything, just grabbed him and took him. He didn’t fight or protest. I didn’t even bother to look up at him being dragged away. For the first few hours, his screams echoed through the cells. They were bone-chilling cries; ragged and raw. Then there was silence, the screaming had stopped. Must be the calm before the proverbial storm. Then one single gunshot rang out. It was over and Tommy was dead.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.